1. Mixtures of joy and sorrow
I daily do pass through;
Sometimes I’m in the valley,
And sinking down with woe!
Sometimes I am exalted,
On eagle’s wings I fly;
I rise above my troubles,
And hope to reach the sky.

2. Sometimes I’m full of doubting,
And fear I have no grace;
Sometimes I’m full of praising,
When Christ reveals His face;
Sometimes my hope’s so little,
I think I’ll throw it by;
Sometimes it seems sufficient,
If I we’re called to die.